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When love dies and we stay, hoping to revive the corpse of what was once the sun and the moon and all the stars in the sky at night for the joy of our naive heart, we die as well with it ,because is no way to bring back something that has gone away scared of disappointments ,hurts and lack of trust.
Love needs understanding, compassion and a great open heart. If these are lacking , we are bringing what we fear most, and love became what is not suppose to be in the first place, an ugly game of accusations and aggression and that is the beginning of the end.
Love is a butterfly of beauty that needs to fly in freedom and light. We cannot control the flight of the butterfly because control will break the fragile wings of such a marvellous being.
When love dies and we stay because we still believe it can be resuscitated like Christ after he died, we are dying as well in the empty hope that things could be as they were before again.
Once the butterfly wings are broken the butterfly is already dead.